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The Forgotten City
As the days began to pass by, Rayna's health steadily improved. Every day the whole family would come to see her, and she'd spend precious time with her daughter. Tandy had often taken Daphne away so that Rayna and Maddie could mend the crack in their relationship that her paternity drama had caused. And it had worked, they'd talked and Maddie had forgiven her mum. Even though in truth, before her mother had woken up she already had. But they were closer than they'd been in a very long time. And that made both of them very happy.
Jenny was still around, and that was something which still had the family divided. Maddie and Daphne were over the moon, and Tandy and Rayna were both reasonably happy with the development. The two had taken some time to talk over the situation, and whilst the sister was still not forgiven Rayna had explained what her mother had told her, and it made them both think. So, they'd decided that they would give Jenny another chance. However, Lamar was still annoyed as hell about it, but no matter how hard he tried he seemed as though he was the only one.
On this day, Rayna sat in her hospital bed staring up t the ceiling which was covered in a ridged paper, and she lay there trying to find shapes of animals in it. That was how bored she seriously was. Although her health was improving she was still pretty much bed bound which was really annoying her. On top of that her writing book had been involved in the crash and was still being held by the police as potential evidence.
She sighed softly; she knew she was lucky to be alive, but that her fight was still not over yet. Rayna also knew that Deacon was being discharged today, and that caused a debate in side of her. She didn't know if she should see him, didn't know how he would react. But then again she didn't know when she would get the chance to see him again after today. So, deciding to bite the bullet, she pressed the nurse call button. An older nurse walked into the room, smiling broadly towards the reigning queen of country music. "How can I help ya darlin'?" She asked.
"Can I go and see Deacon?" Rayna questioned, feeling like a child seeking permission from her parents. The red head watched as the woman thought about it, obviously deciding how much trouble her boss would give her for letting the woman in question move.
"Ya will have t'go in a wheelchair. No arguin' about that."
"Fine." Rayna said with a smile, not all too happy, but deciding that it was the best she was going to get for the time being.
"Alright, ya stay here now, an' I'll get ya a chair." A few minutes later, Rayna was being wheeled down the corridor, her IV drip attached to a pole which was beside of her. She hated the chair, it made her feel weak and as though she was useless. The country singer knew that people were staring, but for the time being she was more scared about seeing Deacon. When she arrived at the door, the nurse walked in first. "You've got a visitor." She said, as she saw Deacon was slowly putting his shirt on.
From outside Rayna heard him mumble "okay." And she was pretty sure that her heart skipped a beat at the first word she had heard him say since the accident. The nurse emerged and smiled at her, before wheeling her in. When she saw him, she felt her heart beet faster. His shirt was unfastened letting her see his toned chest, or parts of it which weren't bandaged up. It made the crash all seem real in a way. She may well have been in the crash as well, but that was her. Seeing him, it reminded her of everything that had caused it, of everything that had happened prior to it.
"I'll leave you two be, but you've only got five minutes madam! Otherwise it is my neck on the line." Said the nurse before leaving. Rayna looked at him.
"Hey." She said softly, glad of the distance. The country singer could feel his eyes raking over her. He saw the scratches, the IV, the bruises, the damage . . . all caused by his drink. It made him feel physically sick. She was awake, but that was only half of the battle, he knew that.
"Hey." Was all that Deacon managed to say, and even that was chocked out as he swallowed a sob.
"I erm . . . I just wanted to see how you were, and say how sorry I am, again." She said, looking down at the IV needle. One hand ran though her thick and messy hair.
"I'm alright darlin'." HE said, softly, ignoring the last part at first. "And I'm sorry as well Ray, my drinking, it . . . it nearly killed you."
"Yeah well if I had been honest then we wouldn't have been in the same situation as we are." She said, quietly. "Look I just wanna say that I know we need to talk – properly. And I know there are a lot of things that we need to discuss-"
"- You need to forget about all that and get better first Ray. That's what is important." He said. Although Deacon was angry, after speaking to Jenny a couple of times, and Juliette as well, he knew that she had her reasoning. But knowing that he had basically nearly killed her, made him realise how selfish he had been. Yes; they needed to talk, and yes; they had many issues that they needed to be working through. But for now he wanted her to get well.
"Okay, well once I'm outta this place we'll go get coffee and talk- properly."
"We will darlin'." He said, as he slowly did up his shirt, his heart almost jumping out of his chest as he saw how thin she had gotten.
"I know you wanna see Maddie, and god knows she wants to see you, hell I want you to see her. So, whenever you want, before or after I'm out, the door is always open for you. You're her father Deac, I'm not gonna take that away from you." At that moment the nurse walked through the door, ready to take Rayna away. "Not again." She added.
He looked at her and smiled, he knew that it would take time, but he hoped one day he would be able to forgive her enough to get back to where they had been all those years ago, when life was happy, and simple. "Get well Ray." He said, and she smiled at him.
"You too." And with that she left, and he packed his things up ready for when Scarlett came to take him hope. And when Rayna got back into bed she cried. Not because she felt sorry for herself, but because she hated how much she had ruined everyone's lives. And that was something that she would never be able to forgive herself for.
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